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Who don't love me anymore

I mark this day in red on a calendar
Safe between the chambers of my heart
But I couldn't find a card for the occasion
In

to day
It's a grind
Or so they say
Blind we losing time
By focusing on the pay
Watching calendars flipping
Ridicules such a waste
Losing touch with each

this world you get the loot then
Your dreams it's gon' be lucid
Fool me once how I shame on you
Second time, you gone be foolish
All that BS for

on nights I plan to sleep
But dreams steady get heavy and go getters no planners so calendars don't speak
It's got me moving way to low
Accepting my defeat
My

she watch strong,
crt of seduction I got pvkvsv's brush,
With a stroke on the canvas I could unlock her lust,
She can tell I ain't average just by my

It's another year that came and went
Distracted by the bustling
Of feet that drag the pavement
Without ever missing a beat a beat
A beating that we

got nobody telling me they wishing they would cuddle me
Maybe there's something that's wrong with me
I'm about to close a calender still I ain't

Now What

Juelz Santana

In Da Streets

2007

it down put it round bouncing threw your town like

Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight

like six I ain't gone get lined by no hoe
If you fuckin wit me throw yo sevens up
I be ridin round the city I ain't got my glizzy tucked
Bitch I be hot

to break up now you know

This break up is now explained 
By plate tectonics

Rather than Wegener's concept of 
Continental drift

We are the 7

Smoking on gorilla glue it’s mad sticky
Nowadays it’s hard to find some gas that really can get me
Yes bitch by twenty seven really did plan Bentley
For my

me up like a janitor
To pro from amateur
Now I reflect His glory 24/7 on the calendar
We in a war
And we training hard
This is hip hop in it's purest

K-A-P 
Is all they think
When I say she a bad one
Never seen her 
Fine by me like
Keep her on the down low
She be tripping bout the sound
So I turn her

sweet like dates
On a calendar
And she kept on passing me by
So I followed the North Star
Till I found land
Cross the deserts of the Sudan
Yes I can
Like

a leash
And at the least I'm getting my mother fucking name out
With the backing of Lockett and Chez ain't no way to have a doubt
Twenty seven songs so far

like twenty-four/seven, that shit ain't Enough
So we put it to God to put up more days on the calendar
Cause we tryna run up the bucks and if there is no

to doing wrong
Pray to God everyday
Ask that he keep me strong

To give it to you maricons
I'm vicious on this microphone
Mandated by the heavens
Bitch, I'm

I don't wanna make you feel ugly
I don't want to make safe space funny
I've got nothing left, not-not nothing

I've got seven menthols in my backpack

I don't wanna make you feel ugly
I don't want to make safe space funny
I've got nothing left, not-not nothing
I've got seven menthols in my backpack

Man, that's crazy
I dropped the tape before 2020
Back in January
6 months and only 7 songs
Come on, you think I need that long
Well I was wrong

the next tier 
I want more reasons to drink beers and yell cheers about my debt being in the clear
Take it step by step, right then left
Ya times about up

blowing

Seven Winters, barely started, Vani, B, and me
AaronMac had just departed like he Leo D
A kid who bad with all his dollars and explaining things

24/7 everyday, on the calendar
These white kids tried to be my judge & jury
But I became the King of Fighters
When they felt my Fatal Fury
& I was in

sounds nice, let's bet it on a game of dice
He lit a joint
All you gotta do is hit your point
I'm thinking seven or eleven I go straight to heaven
I shook